#helseth

[twoseparatecoursesmeet]

Gerda Helseth, 1920s

[scuttling-void]

Slowly falling back into my daggerfall obsession, so here's the Wayrest siblings. Elysana gets to be on here twice bc she's my favorite <3

[daggerfool]

The Daggerfall gang as funny texts I've found on the internet

i did this instead of my uni work, enjoy

More of this stuff here: Part 1, Part 2 Some messages I also made: I. II.

bonus:

[aladaylessecondblog]

Red Mountain Waffle House pt. 16

DAGOTH FAMILY SCHISM! BRUTAL PUNISHMENT FOR UNKNOWN INSULT!

Sources close to the Dagoth Family state that Dagoth Gilvoth has fallen out of favor with the rest of his kin. When asked why, one source said, 'He thought he spoke for Lord Dagoth, and he pays the consequences. Not permanently - this House does not dispose of useful members - but retribution comes regardless.'

One has to wonder what grave sin could prompt such a thing considering the general state of the Sixth House, but more than that the source refused to say.

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Helseth was a man prone to paranoia. Anyone who had the foolishness to count him a friend knew to walk slowly when beside him, for he always had an ear out to hear little sounds of expected assassins or eavesdroppers. Or to listen out for things that might be useful to himself...

...every unknown factor was potentially useful or potentially deadly for him. He had made his rise this way, and so, he imagined, he might avoid his fall.

So it was rather galling, he thought, when he saw his mother's retinue approaching with a stranger in tow. He looked over her with no small amount of consternation, glared even, but she didn't seem fazed by it. Perhaps a bit tired. The woman lowered her gaze and gave a slight bow, and that was all.

Helseth greeted his mother, "Your journey was delayed, I was beginning to worry."

"A rough blight storm struck while we were sailing back, and we had to take shelter for a time. This young woman--"

"You aren't taking in urchins again, are you, mother?" Helseth grumbled, "You know that can be dangerous."

"I am not an urchin!" the new woman protested, and then realizing her rudeness, added, "Your grace."

"Really...what are you then?"

"Only another Hlaalu--" Her voice choked slightly there, "--taking a job offered to me by the Queen Mother, your grace."

"I see. Well, expect your background investigated, as with any job. This is the palace, not some backwater--"

Barenziah gave the woman a look. The latter nodded, and kept her gaze downward.

Then his mother looked back at him.

"I can spare you the time and the trouble. This is Sadara, the missing woman whom the papers have made such a fuss over."

"The Dagoth bride?" Then Helseth looked harshly back. "Why are you here?"

"Avoiding those who do not wish to see me, your grace," Sadara went on. "The family made it clear I am unsuitable and all I want is to be left in peace, until the annulment goes through."

"...I see. You may go - but my people will be keeping an eye on you."

His gaze lingered on her as she walked along with Barenziah down the hall. The Dagoth bride, clearly so dear to the House itself, seemed to be under the impression she was unwanted. The schism within the House...and Nerevar, being now alive, clearly looking for her...she was dear to at least some of them. To keep her there in Mournhold could be handy, to ensure House Dagoth cooperated.

If Lord Vivec could not find a way to keep the Dagoths on a leash, then it was up to him.

Helseth decided he would welcome the woman.

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VIVEC CAUGHT CHEATING! ALMALEXIA HUMILIATED - SEE SECRET PHOTOS INSIDE!

[The picture is taken from a distance, from the back. Vivec is leaning into a kiss with someone inside the building, grasping a boxy necklace of theirs to pull them into it. Nothing of the person's face can be seen except a Dwemer-fashion beard.]

Almalexia was many things, looking at that picture. Furious foremost among them - but humiliated? No. No, she was never that, that was for lesser women. Women like HER did not slow their schemes long enough to be petty things like humiliated.

No. She would not be cast down like this, she would find a way to take vengeance. What did it matter if Vivec had thrown her over for that atrocious first love of his? What did it matter that Neht had done the same?

She was so consumed with the headline she didn't hear the footsteps that approached the newsstand she was standing near. She did hear the voice that followed.

"I'm here for the Queen Mother's order."

Almalexia whipped around--

Sadara? What was THAT woman doing HERE? She'd thought the woman wouldn't be leaving Red Mountain - the headlines said she was missing, but those hadn't been paid much attention.

"The Queen Mother can't resist Black Marsh cigars, can she?" the clerk laughed, and once Sadara produced her identification and the paper detailing Barenziah's order, in turn produced a fancy looking box with a Black Marsh seal on the top. "She's paid ahead of time, so no need for extra now."

"Thank you, serjo," Sadara said. She bought a pack of gum, turned--and paled when she saw Almalexia. "L-Lady Almalexia."

"And WHAT--" Almalexia's tone went and stayed sharp, "--are you doing HERE, exactly? Do the Dagoths give you nothing, and force you to make a living on your own?"

"Why should they be giving me anything?" Sadara asked. The woman was shaking. "I don't want any trouble, my lady, I'm simply trying to stay out of everyone's way. The Dagoths don't want me there because they've got Nerevar, so I've got to make a living somehow."

"Don't want you there? But they're l--"

Almalexia paused suddenly, and then let a falsely genial smile spread across her face. On a septim she turned.

"The Dagoths are a rather brutish house, aren't they? They dangle the promise of love in front of you and snatch it away the moment you think you have found your place. Come, I bear you no ill will--we can start afresh, you and I."

Oh, this will be EASY, Almalexia thought to herself.

[pulsarr4]

If Helseth is such a bad guy, then why are his lips so pretty? Checkmate, atheists!

Plant in back round is American Pokeweed (phytolacca americana)

[lostzouls2]

I had to draw my daggerfall oc and make this stupid meme. He died before they could actually be together for real. Rip agent dude.

[sbnkalny]

Helseth, as you shoot it a bunch of percent signs fall from grace?

[mirielsart]

The Red Year. Probably the moment Helseth realizes his mother isn't following them (there is canonically no further mention of Barenziah after 4E 05).

[nalmaryn]

[twoseparatecoursesmeet]

Trip to Gettysburg, 1926

[yeoldecorprusarium]

Approaching the halfway mark, hopefully --it's been a while.

I hate this dlc

[daggerfool]

Daggerfall as tweets I've found on the internet pt. 2

more of this stuff here

bonus sibling interaction

[aladaylessecondblog]

Red Mountain Waffle House, pt. 23

Nerevar had not been entirely honest with Voryn.

Mephala had been easy enough to gain the favor of, especially after he'd eliminated the presence of the Dark Brotherhood in Mournhold. Boethiah's bloody grin he could almost FEEL, when he'd prayed before that altar, and said that the blood of those assassins was his sign of faithfulness. He existed still because they had fallen before him. Azura...was less interested in this change of mind, had ranted and raged at him. But he asked of her what he had asked of the others.

Cure Voryn's insanity, for clearly that was what was going on. It had happened to all of the Tribunal in some way or another through their connection to the Heart of Lorkhan, but they'd had outlets, like the Akaviri invasion and fighting Dagon and things like that. Voryn...Voryn had had nothing but revenge, and the memory of him. And his beloved was happy now he'd come back, but to make that happiness complete, the Heart had to be fixed.

Boethiah had asked that of him, and he'd somewhat wryly said 'yes mother'...which had seemed to please her.

Repair the Heart, and return my brother.

But how will that work, if I leave the Heart in place?

You, Nerevar. Our missing brother will return through you.

Azura had reiterated the point when he spoke to her. She had apparently made peace with this new path he was forging, found a way to turn it to her advantage

But before he could count on fixing Voryn, there was something else to do.

Saint Nerevar had a wedding to attend.

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"Jiub?" Nibani was confused to walk out of the back office to find him (and several customers) staring at the TV set up in the corner. "You're here early. It's only eight, what're you doing here?"

"Power's out at my place, wifi's down here...we're watching the wedding."

"What wedding?"

"What other one would we be watching?" one of the ashlander customers spoke up, "By Azura, look at these outfits. You could buy a manor house, a couple Hlaalu senators, and a horde of slaves in golden bracers for what some of these things must cost!"

"Your jealousy is showing..." another said, "And how do you know, anyway?"

"My mother deals in fabrics," the first replied.

"You want expensive, check out the bridal gown," Jiub said, "Look at that monstrosity. Gold from neck to ankle--"

After giving a breakdown on the gown, the sequins, the cut of the neckline, and even the sleeves, he realized the rest of them were staring at him.

"Get off my dick, bridal shows are good background noise. You learn a lot of shit just by osmosis."

"And how many hours did you have to hear before you learned all this?"

Jiub laughed off the question, making zero attempt to actually answer it, and got coffee for the two ashlanders when they asked for it. The vows were being read, and then, suddenly--

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"I OBJECT!"

Nobody who later talked of the wedding would remember how Sadara had slumped slightly on hearing those words, nor the quick way she turned towards the source of the noise.

At the end of the aisle, holding a piece of parchment paper, was Nerevar.

"On what grounds do you object?" the priest asked, surprised but seeming to take the interruption in stride.

"On the grounds that the groom is planning to have his bride murdered," Nerevar said. He held the paper in his hand aloft and looked side to side to make sure he was still being watched. "I have here a writ of execution written at the King's behest."

"Well any Dunmer can--" someone started, but they were quickly cut off.

"From the Dark Brotherhood." Nerevar spoke loudly. There were whispers immediately afterwards. He caught Barenziah's eye as he walked forward and handed her the paper.

"It's real," she said, then looked up at Helseth who glared in silent fury and seemed for once unable to produce an answer, "How could you--"

"Honestly," someone was heard saying, "...so Imperial, can't even hire the Morag Tong like a civilized Dunmer..."

It was a sentiment that echoed several times - and while it was going about Nerevar rushed forward and swept Sadara into his arms, bridal gown and veil and all, before dashing back out the chapel doors.

The only actual cheering seemed to come from the Skyrim delegation, particularly from the High King.

"Now THAT is how you steal a wife!"

Chaos erupted further at the now-pointless reception. Gossip was flying, mention of Saint Nerevar stealing the bride at the king's own wedding - and disappearing to the Three only knew where! Some would say he'd boarded a ship, others a waiting silt strider - the truth would not be figured out until much later, and the wedding itself wouldn't stop being talked about for months after that.

Helseth was ready to gut someone, and seeing as how he didn't seem capable of discriminating in his placement of blame, Barenziah was silently elected to speak to him.

She came up to him bearing two glasses of wine, one of which she sipped at, the other she set on the table before her son.

"That scheming bitch, she let him in somehow. I don't know who--who she--who could have done it."

"It could have been anyone," Barenziah said, "You're seen as an Imperial puppet, it could have been a Tribunal worshiper. Though I'm not certain why they'd help spirit her away, unless they thought she was...sympathetic or of a mind to..."

"She was married to the Sharmat, she was NOT a Tribunal worshiper! This was the work of the Sixth House!"

"A marriage the House itself did not support."

"The followers only parrot what they're told by their Lord. What his relations think hardly matters to them. They--"

"Helseth!" Barenziah said, "You're not going to be able to get this under control if you cannot master your own mood."

"You're right, mother, I know you are, I simply--"

"Have something to drink," she gestured at the glass of wine before him and took another sip from her own. "You know it will help."

"I--there's no servants to taste it. I'm not going to risk..." Helseth gasped when Barenziah took a drink from his glass herself. "Mother, anyone could have poisoned that!"

But after thirty seconds elapsed with no apparent sign or symptom, he took his own sip, and then a gulp. Half the glass was gone before he stood up.

"I needed that," he groaned, "Thank you, mother, you always sheem to know whats..."

"Something wrong, Helseth?" Barenziah asked. She moved quickly to his elbow when he coughed and stumbled, seeming for the moment like a posing doll with its joints suddenly unloosed.

"Help!" he called out, "Hepp me, mother!"

The door burst open at the sound of that shout, and one of Helseth's royal guard came forward. The king was crying at his mother's breast, begging her to help, begging her to save him - but she made no move except to physically comfort him.

Until the royal guard stood before her.

Barenziah reached into her robe and pulled out an envelope which she handed over to the guard.

He opened and read:

King Hlaalu Helseth

The afore-mentioned personage has been marked for honorable execution in accordance to the lawful tradition and practice of the Morag Tong Guild. The Bearer of this non-disputable document has official sanctioned license to kill the afore-mentioned personage.

Barenziah looked down at her once-beloved boy, and smiled the rueful smile of the reluctant killer.

"I'm so sorry, Helseth. I'm so, so sorry. But I told you - the endless scheming and plotting and murdering...when I heard what you'd done to your own flesh and blood..." She held him closer, now openly weeping.

"W..." Helseth's struggling lips barely managed his last words, "Why did...?"

"I did not escape one Imperial tormentor only to let myself birth another," she said, her voice turning iron despite the tears, "And I would not inflict a second Tiber Septim on a woman for all the gold in Tamriel."

Now, or never...

Helseth struggled, but Barenziah held him until he moved no more.

[pulsarr4]

Hlaalu Helseth is such an underrated character in this franchise I can’t help but notice. There’s also something repulsively sexy about him too. Like I can’t be the only person that thinks he’s hot??? It must be the goatee and the lips lmao.

The way he’s so underhanded yet shameless at the same time. He kind of leans in to the whole poisoning his enemies thing but not too much if it benefits him. It’s honestly so fun.

I’d love to see more art and fanfiction about him, but I may as well be the change I’d like to see. I’d love to make some more art of him with my new copic markers, I just need some more practice as I’m very unwieldy with this new medium.

[danganronpabirthdays]

Happy birthday to Mizuki Nukutani! (Danganronpa X2)

Morten Helseth (Total Danganronpa: Forgone Error)

December 6th!

[dykevandyke]

Straight up didnt even know Morrowind had a king until i got to Mournhold. No fuckin clue. Oh this is a monarchy? Huh never would have guessed. Oh you're the king? Ok. Nobody has ever mentioned you once ever and I've been an elder scrolls fan for over a decade.